First Drumbeat(Part of Living Poem) The time has come.Call it a drum,Or a crumb,What’s left of life. I used to tell a jokeWhen my life was wide,And I was a stud,And not a dud—I knowI’m not a dud. I’m a dude,A dad. But everyone mustRebut the dud chargeAt summing up time. Oh yeah, the joke,A trademark one for meIn that it’s not funny. I used to say I’ll never retireFrom writingBecause if I’m ever…See More
Julia Nunnally Duncan will be launching her new poetry collection A Neighborhood Changes (Finishing Line Press, 2018) at a book presentation and signing to be held at the McDowell County Public Library in Marion on October 24.See More
"I'll ask the kids, Barb and Ethan, if they have any contacts who might have an interest in this as a unique topic for any performers they know. It might also be something that my friend Ruby Lerner could brainstorm about to her theatre…"
More from the World of ALS (Part of Living Poem) Negotiating steps is like someone who seeksTo emulate a goat on mountain peaks. Crossing a threshold, limping inIs like the valley-walking of an Olympian. A cane and its grip make a fellow stopTo consider the physics of leans and drops. To know how a forefinger grabs and digsImagine your digits are chestnut twigs When a new drug trial notably…See More
RANDALL KENAN SELECTS NANCY WERKING POLING WINNER OF THE 2018 ALEX ALBRIGHT CREATIVE NONFICTION PRIZE(31 August 2018)Nancy Werking Poling of Black Mountain is the winner of the 2018 Alex Albright Creative Nonfiction Prize competition for "Leander’s Lies." Poling will receive $1000 from the North Carolina Literary Review, thanks to a generous NCLR reader’s donation that allowed this year’s honorarium to increase (from the previous award of $250). Her winning essay will be published in the North…See More
Upcoming Rides(Part of Living Poem) I must take a break from writing aboutThe third Lord Granville’s loss of landIn colonial North Carolina to noteI’m losing functionality in my hands. I’m confining my writing to a four-line,Alternate rhyme form, like a horse-fenceFraming a pantomimeOf equine force. Hence, It’s time to imagine the power of mind,For instance, when a nod or thoughtInstructs a machine to…See More
"Poems of intense sensibility and gorgeous imagery are a rarity these days; but this book of verse by a distinctly working class, distinctly lesbian, and distinctly Italian American voice is a must for all readers of good poetry. Rigoberto Gonzalez - On My Nightstand - Lambda Book Report - Fall 2006
My joy in reading these poems was Repetto’s rebel energy. She revels in her lust without avoiding her history. This is also a woman of courage as she negotiates the complexities of a multicultural existence. She tunes in to people who ride in her cab; she loves the city and the love of women. For her sex is freedom to indulge her desire; it is not possessive but an exchange of pleasure. Growing up in an age when all things sexual were disguised in metaphor, or never mentioned. I found her candor refreshing and stripped of anxiety.
sexual love is the eighth sacrament we receive each other’s body and are made one and what I want at least every now and then to see that clear and serene glow on her face to hear the symphony of her coming “meditation on the subject of heat”
Chuck Forester - Lambda Book Report Winter 2007 Page 30
"Her poetry has what T.S. Eliot and Wallace Stevens and the rest of them lack, clinging as they all do to their elitist view of poetry. I’d say she’s exactly what poetry needs -- she returns it to the people, even if the people, as Gerry Locklin says, don’t read poetry. But maybe if more poets start writing like her, they will, or at least listen to it." Edward Field
Vittoria repetto been published in Mudfish, Voices in Italian Americana, Rattle, Lips, The Paterson Literary Review, Italian Americana, Unsettling American: An Anthology of Contemporary Multicultural Poetry, Identity Lessons: Learning American Style, The Milk of Almonds: Italian American Women Writers on Food & Culture, and Harrington Lesbian Fiction Quarterly among others.
She have a chapbook entitled Head For the Van Wyck that contains a poem that her current publisher refused to print for fear of being sued by Camille Paglia. Her poems have been chosen as "Editor's Choice" in the Paterson Literary Review for five times since 2003.
She is the vice president of the Italian American Writers Association and was a judge in the 2005 Publishing Triangle's Audre Lorde Award for Lesbian Poetry ; Thomas Gunn Award for Gay Poetry
Vittoria repetto have been hosting the Women's/Trans' Poetry Jam at Bluestockings Bookstore on 172 Allen St. in NYC since its opening in 1999. The Jam is on the last Tuesday of the month from 7pm to 9pm and has an open mike.
with time to kill
while my cat gets his balls
i go up to the botanical gardens.
the roses are in bloom.
i sniff the hybrid teas,
not to annoy
as they frantically
roll and rub themselves
ave a & 1st.
an older dyke.
going to park slope.
smokes her cigarettes.
making me stop.
on atlantic ave.
to buy more.
at the brownstone.
she asks me.
to come in.
i say no.
i’m working, lady.
i got no money.
need to go inside.
get it from my friend.
leave me the leather jacket.
comes back at 2.